Playing With Fire by Shen L. J

Author:Shen, L. J. [Shen, L. J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Young Adult, Novel, Contemporary, Romance
ISBN: 9798680019214
Amazon: B08GWHXG56
Goodreads: 48854978
Publisher: Independently Published
Published: 2020-09-15T07:00:00+00:00

Stuck in the kitchen with Mom with nowhere to hide, I listened to her small-town gossip. When she realized she’d been talking for twenty minutes straight without getting any type of response, she stopped, still stirring the tomato, basil, and garlic sauce in the pot.

“But enough about me. Who was that friend you spent your birthday with?”

I was sitting at the kitchen table, cutting lettuce into miniscule pieces for the salad. “Just a chick.”

“She must be special to acquire your friendship.”

I hated when she did that. Acted like she gave a shit. My mother wanted me to meet someone. Become someone else’s problem. Guess it was inconvenient for her to check in on me daily to see I hadn’t offed myself/killed someone/started a cult.

In her eyes, I wasn’t above doing all three.

“It’s just someone from work.”

“Does she have a name?”

“Yes,” I drawled. “Don’t know many people without a name.”

Even I had one. Never mind that my parents had named me after a fucking cardinal direction.

Downplaying my relationship with Grace wasn’t lying per se, but it didn’t feel right either. Whichever way I looked at it, we were tight. Definitely tighter than I was with Reign or Max or any other oxygen-wasters on campus who thought I was their buddy. The fact I wouldn’t shy away from riding Texas’ ass like a cowboy didn’t help matters.

I was considering dropping the food truck gig to avoid her altogether.

Mom bit down on her smile, childish glee radiating from her.

Half an hour later, food was ready: salad, spaghetti with meatballs, garlic bread, and red wine. The last two were Easton’s courtesy. The three of us gathered around the creaking table. Mom rushed the grace part so we could tuck in, and I was finally able to somewhat relax.

The doorbell rang.

We all glanced at each other. East knew better than to invite people over when I was around. I was notoriously misanthropic.

“Who could it be?” Mom asked around a bite of pasta.

“Only one way to find out,” I muttered, pushing my chair back and walking to the door. Our peephole wasn’t working. Some punks filled it with wax before we moved in. I had no choice but to open the door and trust it wasn’t an assassin sent by Kade Appleton. Recently, I had a weird feeling I was being followed.

It wasn’t.

The person who stood at the door was far less welcome than a serial killer.

Grace.

What was she doing here?

She wore a stripy long-sleeved shirt, skintight jeans, and her timeless FILAs. Her ball cap was screwed on top of her head, lowered down, serving as her invisibility cloak.

“Hey.” She smiled at her feet. Both my dick and I gave her smile a standing ovation. I wondered how many brain cells I was going to be left with by the time this chick was done showing me all of her mundane facial expressions.

“What’s up?” I clipped.

“You forgot your wallet in the truck. You weren’t picking up your phone, so Karlie called to let me know. I thought I’d swing by and drop it off.

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